So, I guess it’s been a long time since I’ve written anything in here…and I don’t really know why that is, and to be completely honest, I don’t really know why I’m writing right now. I don’t really know what the point is…I don’t know what I came here to write about.
I guess maybe I was just feeling a special kind of loneliness that I thought could be cured by writing out my feelings, or something.
Maybe writing will help me to live longer or something…maybe living longer is a good thing.
I haven’t had a drink in 5 and a half weeks.
…let’s see…what else happened that was really significant?
…my ex fiance came back into my life and tried to fuck everything up, so that was a real thing.
Luckily, I had my guard up enough that I didn’t let her ruin everything…but I let my guard down enough that I got hurt in the process…but you live, you learn, that’s what they say.
I guess it’s true.
I thought I had more to write about.
I guess I don’t.
I’m not happy, but I’m going to be.
I don’t know how yet, but I’m going to figure it out.
Sorry it’s been so long.
Thanks for still being here.
I love you.
I won’t wait so long next time.